Today we have a variation of the goose one, a festival where folks pull the heads off of roosters.

Do these people have something against just watching TV for entertainment, like the rest of us?

I get the idea that if your village wants to have a festival, the official government form says, “Briefly describe what kind of animals will be abused, and how.”

Hey Blog Guy, it’s me, your editor. Aren’t you forgetting that Spanish festival that doesn’t involve harming animals at all? It’s the one where they dress a guy as the devil and have him jump over a mattress filled with live babies. Just humans, no animals.

Oh that’s right, Boss, thanks for the reminder! I feel so much better about the place now.

What? Look, if Shra can be the bartender and make her famous rum and vodkas for us, then the least you can do is cook. And let us use your living room. And wash the dishes. After all, CrowGirl is going to sing and dance for us.

No M, as far as I know one can not order soup on FB yet. I am part of a growing fetish of soup voyeurism that is sweeping the on-line community. It’s something about the way the steam rises from a hot bowl of minestrone or a cup of seafood bisque that really gets my night goin. Forget about french onion. All that melty cheese really puts me over the top!

And E did say her soup was to die for!

I can fly in a shipment of party favors. This time though I will find a more appropriate place to leave my crashed plane.

And I take offense Shra. I know I am no Jason Statham, Bradd Pitt, or Doctor Doll but I do not think I am so bad as to cause Mr. B. to puke over!

I am a very funny person when I sing. In college, my teammates laughed and laughed until they cried, threw themselves about in their chairs, and fell out of them onto the floor when I sang in our summercamp talent show (which all freshman players were required to perform in). That would have been great, if my intent had been to be funny….